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The Frozen Encounter
The frozen lake stretches out like a glittering mirror, reflecting the stark, gray sky above. The androgynous figure in white stands motionless beside the vending machine, their breath visible in the frigid air. The red umbrella casts a vivid contrast against the monotonous landscape, its owner seemingly oblivious to the biting cold.
The vending machine hums softly, its digital display flickering with enticing images of memories—fleeting glimpses of laughter, love, and adventure. The figure's eyes are fixed on the machine, but they make no move to interact with it. Instead, they seem to be waiting, their expression inscrutable behind a thick hood. 0 reply
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